But after thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to build it.
"Can't you intercept?" Zhao Ping reminded.
When Guo Jing looked at the valley, it was at least as high as a three-story building. He rubbed his forehead. How could he intercept it?
He couldn't help but bow to Zhao Ping and asked: "May I ask, this valley is as high as three stories high, how can I intercept it?"
Zhao Ping accepted him and said: "Of course it is impossible to intercept the pressure of water on the third floor using the previous materials. Of course, we can only use new materials."
Guo Jing was both happy and skeptical. If he succeeded in building it, he could leave a mark in history.
If he could successfully build it during his lifetime, it would be worth his while to die immediately.
He is also a scholar, has only won the imperial examination once, and especially likes construction, so he became the foreman of the village.
He bowed deeply again and said to Zhao Ping: "May I ask Mr. Zhao if this material is reliable?"
Zhao Ping looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't worry, this is a century-old plan and a century-old project."
After taking care of Guo Jing, Zhao Ping suddenly asked: "If there is enough water here, what should be planted on 100,000 acres?"
His eyes looked at Liang Shanqiu, Li Zhihao and Guo Jing.
Zhao Ping wanted to test the management ability of the three people, and it was so sudden that the three people were caught off guard.
Liang Shanqiu and Guo Jing were still thinking. When they heard this answer, they looked at each other.
Li Zhihao thought for a while and immediately answered: "30% tea tree, 10% wheat, 20% demon taro, 10% rice, sorghum, yam, and loquat."
Guo Jing raised his own question: "Now that sorghum and wheat, especially sorghum, are difficult to swallow, why not take the opportunity to grow more rice?"
Zhao Ping was very interested to see how Li Zhihao answered.
Li Zhihao looked at Guo Jing, then glanced around and said, "First of all, 10% of the rice fields are quite a lot. According to the yield of 300 jins per acre per 10,000 acres, there are already 3 million jins, and the rice can be beaten into more than one million jins!" "
Guo Jing shook his head. More than one million kilograms seemed like a lot, but it was not enough to feed the village for half a year.
"Zhaojiazhuang purchased tea trees, demon taro, and yam in large quantities, which can be replaced with rice. We guarantee that the village will have rice to eat." Li Zhihao said the second point.
"Although there are already reservoirs, it can barely cope with one year of drought, but what about two or even three years of drought?" They had to consider these things when they encountered two years of drought in Changyuan County.
Li Zhihao has been following Zhao Ping for a long time, so he naturally understands the profits of tea, and now the prospect of monster taro is also good. Wheat and sorghum do not have high water requirements, and rice is completely dependent on water.
His answer is basically in line with Zhao Ping's plan for the cottage.
Guo Jing thought for a while, and finally bowed deeply to Li Zhihao.
He, an out-and-out copycat, had already agreed, and Liang Shanqiu naturally had no objections.
The reason why Guo Jing salutes is because he is a foreman himself, a person who does practical things, not a naughty clerk.
Li Zhihao, on the other hand, thought from the perspective of a copycat, without any selfish motives, which made him admire him endlessly.
During the conversation, Liu Xianhong brought ten people.
Behind him came several elderly people in their sixties, as well as Lin Changfu, Yin Meifu, Peng Shoude and other people Liu Xianhong knew.
They came to Zhao Ping, saluted Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu respectfully, and thanked the officers and soldiers for taking down the stronghold and exempting the villagers from protection fees.
They came here to express their gratitude to the government and use local loquat wine to express their gratitude.
After speaking, Peng Shoude poured out a bowl of loquat wine and handed it to Zhao Ping from the eldest elder named Chen Guangze.
Zhao Ping took it and took a look. This loquat wine was brown in color, and he didn’t know how it was made.
Although he didn't know whether this kind of wine tasted good, he had to drink it.
After drinking it, Zhao Ping discovered that the wine was mellow and sweet, and it turned out that it was brewed with his own wine.
Zhao Ping said that he was right. He looked at Chen Guangze with interest and confusion in his eyes.
Although Chen Guangze is almost seventy and has white hair and beard, he is in excellent spirits.
He proudly explained: "This is made from loquats soaked in fine wine from outside. It has the health-preserving effect of relieving phlegm and resolving coughs."
"I have a glass of loquat wine every noon and evening. It relaxes my muscles and activates my blood circulation, and my whole body has endless energy." Of course he strongly recommends the wine he brewed himself.
Guo Jing suppressed his smile, pointed at Zhao Ping and said, "Where does the wine brewed by Mr. Chen come from? It was made by Zhao Guanren's Zhaojiazhuang."
It turned out that the raw wine of his favorite loquat wine was made by Zhaojiazhuang, and he couldn't help but blush.
It turned out that he, a little witch, kept showing off in front of the big witch, and he felt his face burning.
"It's true. Loquat itself has the effect of relieving phlegm and resolving coughs. The two together do have health-preserving effects." Fortunately, Zhao Ping came to his rescue.
As expected, he was a noble person, and his words were so helpful. Chen Guangze couldn't help but show gratitude in his eyes.
Zhao Ping thought to himself that the price of loquat wine is not cheap, and the village itself is poor, so someone who can drink loquat wine is obviously an extraordinary person.
Finally getting to the point, Chen Guangze submitted a petition letter to Zhao Ping.
After they petitioned, they looked at each other and wondered what the government's attitude was.
After Zhao Ping returned the gift, he opened the petition and looked at it. The general content is as follows.
Thanks to the officers and soldiers for taking down the village, all villagers are extremely grateful.
They then filed a petition demanding two points.
First, the Shanzhai protection fee was extremely high, and they petitioned to distribute the Shanzhai Yamen and Huang Zhizhao's family wealth to the villagers.
Secondly, the 100,000 acres of land in Shanzhai was the result of hard work day and night by the villagers of Shanzhai. It belonged to Huang Zhizhao, and he petitioned the government to distribute it to the villagers.
After reading their petition, Zhao Ping smiled coldly in his heart.
He didn't expect that after one Huang Zhizhao was driven away, more Huang Zhizhao would appear.
The front one is a cover, the key is the back one.
People like Lin Changfu, Yin Meifu, and Peng Shoude didn't have much land, so that was fine.
On the contrary, there are many people behind these elders who have a lot of land and want to take the opportunity to turn the land they cultivate into theirs.
But they have completely forgotten that although the Shanzhai Yamen is not a formal Yamen, it is still a semi-official government, but it is not recognized by the Song Dynasty.
Although Huang Zhizhao charges very harshly, he still does practical things.
First, the five thousand villagers were saved, second, a village was built, and third, one hundred thousand acres of land were opened up, of which only 20,000 acres were effective land.
With just these, he can be recorded in the county annals and even the Chengdu prefectural annals.
But Huang Zhizhao should not, absolutely should not want to be a powerful person.
The people who lead the coast are not kings; the land in the whole world is not the king's land.
How the Eastern Han Dynasty perished was because powerful and powerful people were in power, even local separatist regimes were established, and the imperial power was weak;
How the Tang Dynasty perished was, of course, due to the separatist rule of vassal towns, numerous princes, and weak imperial power.
Although Huang Zhizhao did not publicly establish an official government, there were already signs of separatist rule, and he was already de facto powerful.
Therefore, Zhao Ping must fight this battle, even if there are casualties, it doesn't matter.
Fortunately, although the process was quite thrilling, the cottage was still captured.
Building a copycat is only the first step, appeasing people's hearts is the key.
After many years of propaganda by Huang Zhizhao, the village only knows that there is a village owner but no official government. This situation must be changed.
Appeasing the people's hearts is obviously also a science. Since the villagers are allowed to know the benefits of the government, they cannot be allowed to take advantage of it.
This degree should be controlled by the government to maximize the gratitude of the villagers.
Zhao Ping took a look and said calmly: "You don't need to worry about this. The government has already considered this."
Zhao Ping turned to Liu Xianhong and Wang Yunhua and asked: "How much grain, grass and copper coins does the Shanzhai Yamen have?"
Liu Xianhong came purely to fight. He made no note and looked at Wang Yunhua.
Wang Yunhua took out the pamphlet, flipped through it and said: "One hundred dan of rice, 500 dan each of wheat and sorghum. Five thousand guan of Huizi."
This copycat yamen is really poor, and I don’t know if it will survive until next year.
Now that the government troops have captured the village, they need to appease people's hearts. Zhao Ping decided to distribute all these to the villagers.
It happened that Liang Shanqiu was also here. Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu had a brief discussion, and Liang Shanqiu nodded.
As for how to take care of this cottage later, Liang Shanqiu had no idea.
Although he didn't know how to fix it for the time being, he believed in Zhao Ping.
"The protection fee you pay every year is very high. The government does not take any money from you, but the villagers receive it on a per capita basis." Zhao Ping said to these elders and Lin Changfu.
These elders could not help but be overjoyed. Their worries about the government confiscating money and food were all gone.
Speaking of this, he said to Li Zhihao: "Liang Zhixian is very busy, and he agreed to let Li Sanguan distribute these on behalf of the government."
Li Zhihao couldn't help but be overjoyed. This was a prelude to Zhao Ping's reuse.
In order to further appease the people of the village, Zhao Ping announced: "The residents of the village will enjoy three years of tax exemption just like the people at the foot of the mountain."
Elders, Lin Changfu and others couldn't help but be overjoyed. The Song Dynasty government was very good. Not only did they not take any money, but they were also exempted from taxes for three years.
It can be said that compared with the past, one is in the sky and the other is in the underground.
These elders all had tears in their eyes and bowed to salute one after another. Zhao Ping had no choice but to return the salute one by one.
After giving the cottage a lot of benefits, Zhao Ping also made his own request: "All of these 100,000 acres of land will be taken back to the government."
"What, all the land belongs to the government?" These elders didn't believe their ears at all. Even Lin Changfu, Peng Shoude and others were stunned.
"Yes, the property rights of the land belong to the government, but you have the right to use it." Zhao Ping slapped the sweet dates one by one.
"What is property rights and what is use rights?" These elders looked at each other and shook their heads, not understanding.
"Property rights means that the land belongs to the government, but you can rent it from the government for long-term farming without any increase in taxes," Zhao Ping explained.
These elders couldn't accept it at all. This was not what they thought at all.
But people like Lin Changfu, Peng Shoude, and Yin Meifu, who didn't have much land, were very interested in this.
The three of them raised their hands together and couldn't help but ask: "Master Zhao, how long do you dare to ask, how long is this period?"
Zhao Ping thought these three people were good and said with a smile: "Of course the term is very long, thirty years."
In ancient times, adults generally reached adulthood at fifteen. Thirty years started at fifteen, and after thirty years, they were already forty-five.
The average normal life span during the Song Dynasty was only forty-five years old. This can be said to have taken into account the needs of most people.
Yin Meifu's father is already in his fifties, and he may live to be sixty or even seventy.
Yin Meifu saluted Zhao Ping and asked her inner question: "Official Zhao, how dare I ask what will happen in thirty years?"
"After thirty years, if no accident occurs, it will generally last for thirty years." Zhao Ping explained.
Lin Changfu, Peng Shoude, and Yin Meifu couldn't help but be overjoyed. Apart from the fact that the land belonged to the government in name, it was actually not much different from the fact that the land belonged to them.
But the seven treacherous elders did not think so. They believed that although the fields could be cultivated for hundreds of years, the fields still belonged to the government.
The seven of them thought further. During the thirty years, many poor farmers would have to sell their fields.
But the government gave them another thirty years, and they couldn't find any loopholes even if they wanted to.
Seeing the wry smiles on the faces of the seven elders, Zhao Ping didn't know what they were thinking.
Although there are not many senior citizens overall, and the proportion of people behind them is also small, they control the public opinion of copycats.
We must find a way to make them willing.
